So we went to see what all the fuss was about.
The first night, we stayed at the Wawona.
The absolute highlight of which was this handsome fellow vogueing in the shrubbery.
Next morning, brunch at the Ahwahnee.
Then El Capitan, or as I like to call him, Steve.
We stormed around the Merced River for a bit, which was painfully scenic.
Then I don’t even know, a meadow and some rocks and stuff.
A waterfall of excruciating beauty.
Tea back at the Ahwahnee with a mama mule deer and her twin fawns.
Pinot grigio on our balcony at the Yosemite Lodge, with our own personal mountain.
And our own personal sunset.
Glacier Point on the way home, for one last overdose on grandeur.
Buh-bye rocks and stuff!
I guess I would characterize all the fuss as “not wholly unjustified”.